Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Can,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.